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posted by iheartwheaterly
Now,this is something I have been nghề viết văn for about three months,so please comment. This has some âm nhạc from one of my yêu thích artists,Colbie Calliat. DISCLAIMER-I am sorry to break it to you,but don't own them at all. :(

ZIVA'S POV
I walked to Abby's lab to say goodbye for the weekend.

"Ziva!" she đã đưa ý kiến franticly.
"Yes,Abby?" I replyed.
"Now,for Tony's birthday,you should dress up in a Hooter's outfit."
"Oh no,I forgot about his birthday!"
Abby looked as if she wanted to kill me.
"Anyway,I cannot make it,I have a date."
She headslapped me,hard.
"Well,to bad then." the forensic scientist retorted.
She walked off into the other room,filled with even thêm things I did not know how to use. She came back with two các bài viết of clothing. One of them being extremly short shorts,and the hàng đầu, đầu trang bạn could already see would hiển thị the hàng đầu, đầu trang of your breasts.

"This is a Hooter's outfit,yes?"
"Yup,and your present." she had on a evil smirk.
"Is there anything else I could give him?" I asked in a hopeful voice.
"Yes,I got it!" she said.
"Tell him,how much he means to you,how hot he is."
ANTHONY'S POV
I stepped out of the elevator,wondering where Ziva was. As I approached Abby's lab to ask,I heard her.
"What do bạn physically like about Tony?" I heard Abby's voice.
"Well,his smile is quite charming,it could probably light the building." Ziva's voice came into play.
"He has wonderful eyes,that go from an electric green to a soft hazel." Ziva's Israeli accent added.
"And his body?"
"His chest is very strong,his shoulders are very maculine,he's just a very attractive person,or as Americans say,hot."
"His personality?" Abby asked her.
"He is just a fun person to be around,I actually find his juvenille side to be funny,he is smart when he wants to be,and...and...Abby,I think I might love..."
I walked in at that moment and smild at Ziva.
"So what did bạn guys get me?" I myself could tell I had a shit eating grin on.
"We're going to the mall right now,Tony." Abby đã đưa ý kiến for the both of them.
Abby grabbed her small bag and turned to Ziva.
"So bạn were about to say that bạn loved something?"
"Ah,yes,the small talking sponge on television."

ABIGAIL'S POV
I took Ziva to Tony's yêu thích clothing store,we picked out Ziva's yêu thích color on him.Blue,it brought out his eyes. We purchased a blue shirt,black jacket,no tie,he needs to stop wearing them,dark blue jeans,and aviator sunglasses.
"Now,we need to go get a card." I stated to Ziva.
"Why,so bạn can make me put all the things I đã đưa ý kiến about Tony in there?" she retorted.
"You know me to well." I replyed and we were off to Halmark.

"What about this one? It says,you are closer than a colleague,closer than a boyfriend,closer to my tim, trái tim than myself,so it's my turn to get closer bởi saying happy birthday." I đã đưa ý kiến to her.

"And then I will be forced to put all the nice things about him in there?" she questioned.
"Basically,yeah."

We purchased the items and left. I droppred Ziva off,to only see Tony sitting on the front steps of her apartment.
BACK TO TONY'S POV
I sat on the steps until I saw Abby's little red Beetle pull up.
"You forgot this." I đã đưa ý kiến handing Ziva the Hooter's outfit.
"Maybe I meant to forget it?" she đã đưa ý kiến teasingly.
"So is that my present?" I asked like I was seven.
"Yes,and I have a card that Abby is making me put my tình yêu for...um...the small talking yellow sponge."
"Come,on Ziva"
"Come on with what? The fact that I am so sick of hiding behind how I feel,or the one where I am to scared to admit it because,you will only go after another woman?" The words hit me,they hurt.
"If bạn would give me a chance,you'll know that I've changed."I slightly raised my voice.
"Tony,I will see bạn tommorow."
She leaned in and kissed my cheek.
OKAY. HERE'S THE DEALIO.

THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO WRITE. HEBREW IS SOOOO CONFUSING. I HATE Google TRANSLATE. ANYHOO, IF SOMETHING'S WRONG, CORRECT ME.

I KNOW THERE ARE NO QUOTATION MARkS. SORRY. NOT ADDING 'EM ALL IN.

ENJOY.


Tony was bored. Really, really bored. There were no cases, only mountains of paperwork. Stealing a glance hat his brilliant ninja partner, he noticed she was simply sitting there, as bored as he was, also. He grinned and shot her an IM.
שלום זיוה (Hello Ziva)
She gave him a strange look at his use of Hebrew but answered him anyway.
Cosa vuoi, Tony? (What do bạn want,...
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posted by NCIS_Addict_87
Another sleepless night, another note, another ngày without Ziva. He didn’t know if he could deal with anything other than another rescue. He folded & unfolded the paper in his hands, replaying the words in his head – Flight 646 6:20 pm accompanied bởi the words bạn won’t want to miss this. He looked at the clock… only 8:45 am. What the hell was he supposed to do for the tiếp theo 9.5 hours?

McGee and Abby stood around the corner, out of Tony’s line of sight whispering quietly. “Timmy he doesn’t look good. He hasn’t slept, he won’t eat and he hasn’t even showered. I’m starting...
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so I'm dead tired right now, but i have NO other time to write before the deadline, and i have no idea what I'm nghề viết văn yet, so here goes nothing. ;P sorry if it's too ooc for some of ya, but it just worked out better.

Disclaim: if i ran ncis, tiva would have happened in season three, so i obviously don't own it. ;( plus, Michael would have had to suffer A WHOLE HECK UVULA LOT thêm THAN HE DID!---sorry, I'm in a really anti-rivkin mood. ;/

******Friday morning.**********

Ziva heard the faint ping of an elevator approaching the squad room floor. she adverted her eager eyes to the nguồn of the...
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đắng, cay đắng and Blue- 1462 words

Tony had been diễn xuất strange for the whole day.

It was almost like he didn’t want to work.

Not that that was weird for Tony, as normally he spent his hours lounging back on his bàn chair and shooting spitballs at McGee. But this time…it was different. It was almost like he was late for something. He was trying to use any excuse he could think of to get out of the office. Ziva’s mind worked in overdrive.

At midday

The sun beat down on their backs as Ziva clicked the camera around the crime scene.

    “DiNozzo,” barked Gibbs, “Go to your...
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posted by soccergal39
----"Can't unsay what bạn hearrdd....'cause bạn heard me right. And i won't try to fight 'em back hoặc hide my feelings for you, I unapologiizee!"--Carrie Underwood, unapologize. aka, best song EVER! seriously, I will give bạn các điểm thưởng once i figure out how if bạn listen to that song!!!!

disclaim: Don't own NCIS hoặc anything but some dvds and the reruns i watch. hoặc songs. sorry, it's the sad truth ;( ONE DAY, Don Bellisario!

****Friday Morning****

---"Why hello, my overly late partner! May i ask why bạn are late?" the womanizing movie freak that was tony dinozzo inquired of his partner.

"see, that depends....
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posted by mossheart1235
She can't sleep. She tosses and turns, flips, and falls off the giường sometimes, but she doesn't sleep. All she can see, all she will ever see, is the tears that đám mây her vision as the blood spills from his chest.
It has only been two hours and she has already cried enough tears to fill the Nile River twice over. The whole team has tried so hard, but she will never, EVER forget the look on his face as he realises what is to come.
She hates it. She hates everything. Everything that has ever caused her pain. Ari. Michael. Her father. Saleem. And now, this.
She sees the explosion. It replays, over...
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posted by mossheart1235
His eyes flick up, every now and then, simply watching her.

She teases him, twirling a bit of hair around on her fingers where he can see it.

He wants to grab it, desperately, but his teacher will see, and his teacher hates flirting. Of any kind.


Twenty years later, he is in the same predicament.

Except now, she isn't twirling her hair hoặc biting her freshly painted nails.

She's aiming a gun directly at a killer, telling him to get up and put his hands behind his head.

Normally he'd be watching her from behind...

If he weren't lying underneath another guy.

So he appreciates the view from below.

Her mocha...
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posted by obsessedbyncis
Invitation

December 24th, NCIS, 6.30pm

Tony was sitting at his desk, finishing his paperwork, counting phút for leaving home. Christmas. However, it didn't mean much to him. Not this year. In past few years, he used to invite some hot girl to his apartment, usually stayed for a night hoặc two. But not this year. Everything had changed a lot. He took a look to his partner working opposite to him. Her dark, tender eyes were following her hand, nghề viết văn a case report.

»So, Dah-veed,« he heard himself say, »What are ya doing for Christmas?«

»In our family, we don't celebrate Christmas,« she smirked....
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posted by BarbaraCocaCola
Tony POV

There she is. She is trying to hide what happened… what almost happened. I can see that it’s not being easy to her. Her eyes still tearing because of the shock. I mean, the almost shock.
-You wanted to see us, boss? –I tremble saying this “us”.
-Yes, the people that were find dead during this tháng have something in common. All of them were members of a dance club.
-So, the killer must be in the dance club…
-Really, McGee?! –Gibbs says.
-So… bạn want us to go there and ask a few questions? –Ziva says. Her voice seems so sad, so disappointed. I should have kissed her, even...
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posted by mossheart1235
I watched Aliyah last night and came up with this in my head. This is how I'd wished it had gone.

“You jeopardised your entire career and for what?” Ziva snarled.
“For you.” He đã đưa ý kiến it so softly she almost wasn't sure if he had đã đưa ý kiến it.
Her right hand swung up, to cú đấm him no doubt (frankly, he didn't blame her, he'd already punched himself twice) but he was prepared and caught her wrist before it made contact with his face. Her other hand barely came up before he'd grabbed that wrist also. Without thinking, he pushed her around a column and into a corner. Ziva tried to wiggle her way...
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Here is the last chapter! I would like to say thanks to everybody that read and đã bình luận my fanfics specially to Cassie R. that helped me chosing the song. Thank bạn Cassie! HOPE bạn LIKE IT!

Begin Again-Colbie Caillat

Finnaly the Kiss ends and the magic dissolves in the air. They could feel jitters coming. Ziva solves to break the silence.
-What was this, Tony? -She says almost whispering.
-I'm sorry Ziva, I...
Rosa, the nurse is looking at them with that little-pretty smile as when she watches those mexican súp operas, that she loves.
-I understand, it was the tension of the moment sorry, I shouldn't...
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There it is, chapter 2, hope bạn like it.

I'd Come For You-Nicleback

It's early morning in New York. Tony wakes up and takes a fast shower. He has to find her she may be hurt, bleeding, Mất tích hoặc something else. Yes, he knows that she could be OK too, but his tim, trái tim doesn't tell him so.

MEANWHILE

There's ligth coming through the window. Her head hurts. That's partly her fault, she is not very accustomed to drink as much as she did that nigth. A man comes in. There's no doubt. He's one of the killers that she was chasing. In her head there's a flash of Saleem. She shakes her head a little bitt to...
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This was actually not my original idea. But I told this to myself last night and liked the way it sounded. Enjoy :)

I never thought much about fingers. bạn don't have much time to, working at NCIS. Most girls are always painting their nails hoặc getting temporary tattoos, while I, I shoot a gun with my fingers.
Sure, I've named all my fingers. The gun finger, the bird, the ring finger, the tách trà, teacup finger- I know my etiquette- and the all important button finger.
I check my fingers. Still wobbling all over the place. I shouldn't have had all that soda.
I am sitting outside Ziva's hospital room, twiddling...
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This is my contribution to the TFFF round 2!
Its basicly Ziva dreaming about Tony but not the kind of dream she's used to!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the words in this fic!


The wind was moving the cây outside the window so that the branches were lightly tapping on it, a light breeze was moving the curtains through the slightly open window. But this was not the only movement in the room.

A beautiful honey kissed brunette lay sleeping, being tortured bởi her dreams. Her soft but wild hair was like a dark halo round her head, her caramel, kẹo caramel skin was wet with beads of sweat, her dark Sô cô la eyes...
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posted by BarbaraCocaCola
After talking with Abby, Ziva and Claire go to the elevator.
-Hey, do bạn know how bạn will tell your boss?
-Not, yet.
-Maybe I could... -Claire says but the elevator stops and opens and she shuts up, because Gibbs is rigth there.
-Hey. -Gibbs says with his coffee in the rigth hand.
-Hey, Gibbs...-Ziva says.-This the witness...
-...Claire Rodriguez. -She says with a big smile.-You must be Gibbs. Placer conocerte, nice to meet you.
-You speak spanish?
-Si, yes, I am from Ecuador. I moved to Miami when I was 18.
Seeing that Gibbs is interested in the conversation with Claire, Ziva walks to Tony. She...
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